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A Reflection of Stone

At the temples of Mnajdra and Ħaġar Qim the
Mediterranean sun is intense. Its glare
on the dark blue sea and on the nearer rocky hillside blinds and makes one
squint. To the south is Libya and Sicily
is to the north. Front and centre is the
very distant past.

Tapping away, tapping away, rock on
rock. There must’ve been a meditative
quality in working each dimple, forming each spiral and spot. With certainty it’s a recipe for quiet reflection
even to consider those workings, to look over those simple temple designs, and
it brings wonder at the efforts of their creator, wonder in the minor glimpse
given into the thoughts of prehistory.

More than a thousand years before work
began on the Great Pyramid at Giza; more than five hundred years before the
first Egyptian dynasty and the writing of the first hieroglyphs; about four
hundred and eighty six years before the start of the Mayan calendar in
Mesoamerica; and a century before the wheel was first used in Mesopotamia, the
people of megalithic Malta first got about moving stones.

The first inhabitants had reached the
Maltese islands as early as 5000 BCE and they didn’t set to building the
temples straight away; but by 3600 BCE construction had begun on the eleven megalithic
temples that became part of the small Mediterranean nation’s inheritance. The stone temples of Malta are the oldest freestanding
structures on Earth.

Our lives are a kind of rocky arrangement
also, with each day inevitably there comes about a little tapping, tapping of our
own miniscule histories and designs, and as sure as we’re human there are
moments of pause, of deliberating those ever-present unanswerable questions and
determining now and then to rearrange.
Sometimes we also wish to chisel or to move about a few stones.

The temples are mysterious.Little is known.Maltese folklore says they were built by a
race of giants, why one of the sites is called Ġgantija, the ‘Giant’s
Tower.’There’s evidence that would
support such a theory, since the largest stone at Ħaġar Qim is more than 5
metres high and weighs nearly 60 tons.Without
modern machinery someone put it in that place, to their liking.Somehow someone did that.

But if not giants, then who completed that
work? The identity of the temple builders
is unclear because, around 2500 BCE and quite abruptly, the Maltese stone
moving stopped and the temple building society vanished. The Maltese islands were left for later resettlement
by others.

Tapping away, tapping away, rock on rock.There must’ve been dedication in it, with
each temple added to, enhanced and rearranged over the course of many
generations.In the Mnajdra complex at
the time of the equinox in Autumn and in Spring the sun’s rays shine through
the main doorway with astronomical precision.Is Mnajdra of calendars and clocks?Is it a time piece?We have our
ways still for remembering and counting.

There are stone
tables and benches, the world’s oldest furniture, and rope holes, flint knives
and animal bones have been uncovered in the arrangement of circular rooms.Archaeologists have suggested animal
sacrifices took place and that the temples may have been dedicated to fertility
or healing illness.There are deity
statues that have been found, unflatteringly referred to as Maltese ‘fat lady’
statues due to their appearance.

Counting on change and continuity; counting
on blessings from sacrifice; counting on the days and seasons; and counting on
reward for labour. Counting on a better
future; counting on a protector and saviour; counting on the constellations;
and counting on daylight to follow on from the night. We have our ways still for hoping and for faith.

But what was it exactly that prompted the
megalithic Maltese to first get about moving stones? Was there a malady, a natural catastrophe
like a storm or a drought, or alternatively no singular event to give rise to
their architecture? Of the details there
can be no knowing, but of course it was the big questions that must’ve been
involved.

What we may know something of is the human:
that inexhaustible curiosity. What’s it all about? Why are we here? Where are
we going? Indeed the essence of humanity
may not even be in the answers primarily, as much as in the wondering. To visit the megalithic Maltese temples is
not only to look into the past but to see our human condition reflected and it
becomes us.